Category: Filí my pockets
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Meeting but not
The poetry is not within the midden of the city In the middle of it, sitting, swill sifting for slim pittance. The poetry is in the pity The rhyme is the affair, but thinly filmed. The giving will. I dream in ropes, of gibbet hills. Of rent doublets, gibbous appendages Jealous husbands driven around the…
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Sentient pelvis
The Necromancer raised aloft his haggard cane, then spake A black Cainite recitation, from an umentionable book of hate, As lacquered odalisques trysted twistedly before blistering obelisks. Desires escape does a skeleton once awake, Scratches and scrapes nailbreakingly skin’s underside. Its coffin lid our graffitied hides.
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A quiet word between gentlemen
When in Siamese proximity residing, much by necessity is implied And all requires prior design. At wan light time, whitewashed, swannish With haughty day’s honest fire quashed The first Boche-shell burst of uncurtained eternity; far Mars a fox hanged. Labourers dusty return hungry from thankless days parading oxgangs Maintaining mortarless gates, sustaining estate selvedges Surveying…
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Paranormalice
Heady eves, claret headed in an empty garret Spread eagled in my empty-feeling marriage bed My head among plenty eaves, leaving me as I slept What crept unseen kept my eager fascination A ledge beleaguered with mementos Some allegedness made treacherously manifest Bittered dimensions raised this fae. It lay in bestiary ledgers A crime of…
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